—Nimble an’ mischievous thing,
There’s only the flash of a second of time to
capture her on the wing.
Dory here an’ Dora there!
Sure, they drive me frantic.
For one she swims on the ocean of whims,
An’ one on the broad Atlantic.
Sowin’ the bait from the trawl-heaped tubs, I
pull at my old T. D.
An’ I dream of a pearl of a Glo’ster girl, who’s